i might be going to bed soon

Late last night, at like 11pm, Dogface was keeping me awake doing that quiet “boof” thing that dogs do when they’re upset. Everyone who has a dog knows that sound, right? I have to get up for work early in the morning and it was just loud enough to be annoying.

Anyway, I sit up and see that he’s sitting on the bed by my feet, looking at the window, going “boof…” every ~30 seconds. I get up and stick my head out the window, and can faintly hear one of my neighbors up the street screaming for help, just wailing over and over.

We go outside, find which unit the sound is coming from, and get the police in there. Soon, an ambulance came through and hauled someone away. No idea what happened, but nobody else in the neighborhood seemed to be taking any notice…


TL;DR: Dogface is a very good boy and might have saved someone’s life last night.

anonymous asked:

You know what we don't talk about? How the only way that the mage could've possibly stopped hurting Simon was for him to die. When Penny did the whole Simon Says thing, all Simon asked for was for the mage to stop hurting him. Not for him to die, or leave, or anything. Just to stop hurting him. And what happened? The mage died. Because that was the only thing that could've happened to make him stop hurting Simon. That's so intense and no one ever talks about it?

oh my god??????? i’ve literally never thought about that but you’re so right???? and now i want to cry because simon deserved a much better father figure poor baby he deserved (deserves tbh) the world and i was already having simon feel today oh man q.q

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Kol x Reader

Requested by @vinttage-crybaby


You frowned down at the sleepless girl who was the spitting image of her father. Reluctantly you grabbed your phone and called Kol, handing it over to her before he had even picked up.

“Daddy?” She asked sweetly and you could hear Kol cooing in response. “You home Daddy?”

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So this might just happen…

Guest: Part 4

I hope you enjoy this last piece from me. And, to answer your questions, YES, I will let you guys know if I end up going to the wedding with that guy. ;) I might pop in with life updates every few months, if something major happens.


You can read Part 1: HERE

You can read Part 2: HERE

You can read Part 3: HERE

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“Doesn’t have to be more complicated tonight, does it?”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you nodded, quickly, “Take me home. Tonight isn’t going to be complicated.”

Harry smashed his lips against yours and you wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him with every bit of strength you had in your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, grasping at the shorter tendrils in the back while his hands gripped your hips.

You were suddenly angry that your house was still a half hour drive back from the wedding. You wanted Harry now and you weren’t sure if you would be able to wait.

As if sensing your thoughts, Harry pulled back and growled against your cheek.

“S’far away, your house. S’too far.”

“I know, but we can’t stay here.”

“Hotel,” he breathed, “Saw one down the road. I’ll pay.”

You had never hooked up with anyone in a hotel room before. Honestly, it seemed a bit sleazy, but that might have just been because of how many movies you had seen. Right now, you probably would have let him take you in a parked car, so a hotel sounded heavenly.

You nodded as Harry moved to let you hop down from the railing. He took your hand and you walked quickly across the grass until you reached the tent, quickly grabbing your things and saying goodbye to the people who were still left at your table. The short drive from the wedding venue to the hotel seemed like it took hours, but your heart started pounding even harder when Harry pulled into the dimly lit lot. Because there was a chance of Harry being recognized, you made a plan to put the room under your name and card, and then Harry would pay you back the next day “with interest”, he had added, smirking.

The older man behind the desk didn’t seem to care at all about what he was doing, and passed you the key as soon as he had your information. Harry had opted to wait outside until things were in place and then followed you down to the door of your room.

Your hands were shaking as you tried to put the key in the lock, but you finally managed to get it open. It was so late at night now that the room and surrounding area was deathly quiet and still and, as you and Harry stood in the doorway of the room, it suddenly hit you what was happening. Harry must have sensed your sudden nerves because you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind and his chin come to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Havin’ second thoughts?”

You shook your head. “No. Just nerves. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Harry placed a sweet kiss to the side of your head and then shut the room door behind you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, right? Just because we have the room – “

“I want to,” you said, cutting him off and spinning around so you were facing him, “I just…want to make sure you still do? I guess?”

Harry chuckled and lowered his face until his lips hit yours.

“Nothin’ else I’d rather do, love.”

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Stabilized

This should go up on AO3 soon and I’ll add the link. I’m still on official hiatus from fic prompts and chapter updates, but I’m writing other things as I have time and inspiration strikes. This was spawned out of a brief conversation about a specific line of dialogue and it was fun to write. It got sappy and I do not apologize.

Stabilized
Gen/Family Bonding
Tim Drake + Bruce Wayne
Rated T for Language
~2500 words

The Batmobile roared into the Cave and the engine cut-off, plunging the bay into silence. Only voices from the medical unit carried over when Batman leapt out of the car.

“How is he?” he called, pulling back his cowl as he hurried up the steps.

“Dazed and a little incoherent,” came Alfred’s reply. “I’m still assessing him now.”

Bruce had been on patrol with Damian when Oracle had informed him over the comm that Tim had been taken back to the cave with a head injury of unspecified severity. Cassandra had found him and then had fallen silent on the comms after letting Oracle know.

He climbed the steps to see Tim perched on the edge of the gurney, a bucket in his hands. It looked freshly rinsed. Cass was sitting on the countertop with her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Alfred was prepping a CT scanner they’d invested in after an earlier nasty head wound.

“Is Robin with you?” Alfred asked, glancing over as Bruce took in the scene.

“He’s with Batgirl,” Bruce said, not taking his eyes off Tim.

“Miss Cassandra might appreciate your help in engaging Master Timothy’s attention.”

“Listen,” Cass said, when Bruce took a step closer to them. Tim had still not noticed his arrival, or if he had, he had given no indication of it. “Tim. Tell me again. Becoming Robin.”

“So,” Tim said, his word slurred. He leaned forward over the bucket and nearly toppled off the gurney. Cass slid forward, a tangle of limbs unfurling and stretching toward him in the same instant Bruce put a hand on Tim’s shoulder and gently pushed him upright again.

“So,” Tim repeated, “you know, you know the first part.”

“Green. Girls. Fast cars,” Cass supplied, weight braced on her hands on the countertop. She held her body aloft, an inch above the surface, by her splayed palms.

Bruce’s heartbeat stuttered, knowing and hating this origin story. He loved Tim but he tried not to think often of why Tim was there.

“Exaaaactly,” Tim said. “Gone. So, B, you know B, he’s a fucking disaster. Like Cass you don’t even know how bad. He was erratic and violent and reclusive like a baby kangaroo. Cass, don’t laugh at me, I’m serious,” Tim’s voice took on a pleading tone and Cass was in fact, giggling behind her hands. She’d dropped back to the counter to cover her face. “Baby kangaroos are dangerous, Cass. They have really strong legs but they hide, too,” Tim sounded near tears.

“Okay,” she said, consoling. Bruce felt like he wasn’t doing much to help other than ensuring Tim wouldn’t topple over, but he was also reluctant to miss the rest of the story from Tim’s perspective.

“He was hiding and I knew where to find him,” Tim said. “I snuck in. Who gives a fuck about rules, not me. I never have. Anyway I found him, and he was all like, ‘What are you doing here, punk? Aren’t you Jack Drake’s kid?’”

Bruce had half-anticipated this part of the story, but he has not anticipated that Tim’s voice would rise to a falsetto while imitating Bruce’s lines instead of dropping to a lower octave. He had to stifle a sudden laugh.

Cass’ eyes were shining and Bruce realized belatedly she’d said “again” earlier. She had wanted him to hear this.

“Then what,” Cass prompted when Tim’s attention began to drift.

“Oh,” Tim said. “Oh yeah. So. So, I found him. And he was angry. But I just told him the truth. I said, ‘bitch, you need some kid to stabilize you, and I guess I have to be it.’”

Bruce, despite his twinges of guilt and amusement, could not actually argue with the truth of this summation.

“I seem to remember more pleading on your end, Master Timothy,” Alfred interjected a bit defensively.

“No, that’s pretty much it,” Bruce said with a wry grin. Cass beamed at him unabashedly.

Tim turned as if surprised and looked up at Bruce standing next to him.

“Hey, bitch,” he said in a sluggish tone. “I mean, Bruce,” he amended without apology.

“Hey, kid,” Bruce said. “They told me you hit your head.”

“That’s stupid,” Tim spit out bitterly. “Something else hit my head, not me. I’m not an idiot.”

“Brick wall,” Cass said.

“That,” Tim said forcefully, pointing a finger at her. “What Rainbow Daughter said.”

“True name,” Cass clarified for Bruce. “Secret.”

“The scanner is ready,” Alfred said. “Master Timothy, if you might lie back?”

“Try and make me,” Tim said. “I can go back out there. I’m fine!”

“Tim,” Bruce said, a little sternly, and Tim sighed and reclined on the bed, still clutching the bucket. “Has he been nauseous?” Bruce asked Alfred.

“No,” Tim answered. “I just like this bucket.”

“Ask him questions,” Alfred said. “Keep him awake, if you might.”

“Favorite dinosaur?” Cass asked before Bruce could think of anything.

“Velociraptor,” Tim answered with a scoffing noise. “What kind of question is that.”

“Movie?” Bruce asked and Cass gave him an alarmed expression. From inside the portable scanner Tim sniffled hard and bit back a sob.

“Dumbo,” he whispered a second later.

“Favorite happy film,” Alfred amended, giving Bruce a severe look. “One must specify.”

Cass added a reproving frown to this, and a nod, as if it was common sense.

Inside the machine, Tim sniffed again and answered in a steadier tone, “No such thing. Is Bruce still there?”

“Yes,” Bruce answered.

“Tell them. There are no happy films,” Tim insisted.

“I’m sure there are some happy films,” Bruce countered slowly, looking to see Alfred’s still disapproving reaction to this concession.

“But you haven’t seen any,” Tim said sourly. “You can’t think of any. Art is misery.”

Bruce, who had been feeling slightly bewildered by his apparently massive misjudgment moments before, knew immediately that this was something he could salvage.

“That isn’t true,” he argued, ignoring the absurdity of disagreeing with a stubborn teenager who had a probably massive concussion. “What about the photo essay on abandoned research labs in Gotham?”

“The one I did for Wired?” Tim asked hesitantly. “Yeah, that was fun.”

In the corner of Bruce’s line of sight, Cass bit her lip to hold back a pleased smile.

“Nikon or Canon?” Bruce asked next, dragging a wheeled stool over to the gurney and sitting down.

“Digital or traditional?” Tim asked, his whole body now otherwise still.

“Both,” Cass said. “I guessed.”

“Canon for digital, Nikon for traditional,” Tim said. “Were you right?”

“Yes,” Cass said quietly, despite having no proof of this. Bruce didn’t doubt her. He himself had been fairly certain.

“Hell yes,” Tim said triumphantly. “Sibs know shit.”

“Sibs know shit,” Cass repeated solemnly, like it was a vow of some kind. For all the weight they gave it, Bruce supposed it might have been.

“I’m gonna sleep,” Tim announced with a yawn. “It’s so cold in here.”

“Tim,” Bruce said, instead of trying to persuade him otherwise. “Which USSR camera model did you prefer?”

“You don’t remember that,” Tim said as if it were obvious fact. “No way.”

“Of course I do,” Bruce said, because he did.

“Zorki-6,” Tim said with a fond sigh.

“Why?” Bruce asked, because he wanted to keep him talking and because he’d always been curious about the antique camera Tim had spent a long spring season taking everywhere. He’d come to Bruce’s office after school most afternoons to sit on the couch and do homework and fiddle with the settings. He’d take pictures from the window, or traipse around the building with the camera, and develop them in the darkroom at the manor afterward instead of going home. But Bruce has never asked– Tim had been skittish about his art then, likely to tuck it away if anyone paid attention.

“Because no one else that I knew had one,” Tim said. “And it smelled like your old briefcase.”

Bruce was so acutely aware of Cass sitting nearby and Alfred beside him overseeing the machine as it powered down that it didn’t take much effort to retain his face’s composure, but there was a moment where it nearly broke in surprise and sentimental warmth.

“Good smell,” Cass said.

“Hell yes,” Tim said again. “One of the best. Like vanilla extract.”

Bruce was frozen on the stool while they discussed this and he exchanged a look with Alfred that told him, without words, that his semblance of facial control was likely a myth.

“Ew,” Cass said. “Bitter.”

“I told you, you can’t taste it,” Tim said. “Extract is gross to taste.”

The machine rolled back and Tim was prone on the bed, still, the small bin wrapped in his arms.

“This is just a cursory glance,” Alfred said, “but I don’t see anything concerning. His heart rate is still a tad elevated.”

A suspicion bloomed in Bruce’s mind and his frozen limbs moved again. He slid the stool down toward Tim’s head and leaned over the bed, looking into the boy’s face.

“Tim. How many shots of espresso did you get in your red eye tonight?”

“Oh,” Tim said, thinking. “Before I fought with the wall.”

“Yes,” Bruce said, a smile quirking one side of his mouth.

“Uh,” Tim said, meeting Bruce’s gaze and then looking down at the bin. “You’re going to be pissed.”

“I won’t be,” Bruce said, promising to himself as much as Tim. “If you tell me, you might get to sleep soon.”

“I’m so tired,” Tim allowed. “Really. Like, it’s been days. Fudge. I’m so tired.”

“C’mon,” Bruce said, and he felt Cass move behind him before he saw her at his elbow.

Cass bent forward and kissed Tim’s forehead.

“You tell,” she said. “Or else.”

“Seven,” Tim whined with a hand over his eyes. “Seven, okay? And maaaaybe a Red Bull. I’m a robin. It gives me wings.”

“Well, that solves that mystery,” Bruce said, sitting up. “Al, mark this one down as a minor concussion and an excess of caffeine consumption.”

“Master Timothy,” Alfred said, aghast. “You ought to know better.”

“I said don’t be mad!” Tim protested.

“Master Bruce made such a promise,” Alfred replied sharply, with worry in his voice. “You will be staying here for a few days, is that understood?”

Tim nodded sullenly and stuck both arms in the air, suddenly, the bin clattering on the floor when it fell.

“Carry me,” he ordered. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Cass reached over and prodded his knee; Tim’s leg jerked away.

“Liar,” she said simply.

“I’m compromised.” Tim jiggled his arms, held out in a zombie-like fashion. “Somebody. I don’t want to sleep in the cave.”

Bruce stood up and slid an arm under Tim’s shoulders and another under his knees. Tim slumped against him, unresisting, as he straightened.

“Night, Timmy,” Cass called from her reclaimed perch on the counter while Alfred muttered under his breath. When Bruce glanced back, she’d scooted down to hug the older man around the neck and Alfred patted her hands.

“How bad is your headache?” Bruce asked as he climbed the steps in the cave.

“Middling,” Tim mumbled against the batsuit Bruce was still wearing.

“And anxiety?” Bruce prompted next, knowing from experience the side effects of that much caffeine. He’d gotten a few stern lectures from Alfred when he hadn’t been much older than Tim.

“Um,” Tim said, “pretty shitty. How’d you know?”

“When was the last time you asked me to carry you?” Bruce questioned in reply. “I think the answer is probably never.”

“I was serious about my legs. They fell asleep,” Tim said, his head still turned against Bruce’s chest as Bruce side-stepped through the narrow door. The boy sounded almost asleep already, but more lucid than earlier. “I didn’t want to fall in front of you guys.”

“Hm,” Bruce said. He rounded the corner and began climbing the second set of stairs. Tim had never, even with muscle, been very heavy.

“I miss you,” Tim mumbled when they reached the top. “I try really hard not to be bitter about Damian, but I miss how things were before. When it was us.”

“Me, too,” Bruce said, knowing he meant it and that no one else was around to hear. He knew Damian would take it the wrong way and was glad he was still out, but he felt the same way about each of them as Robin. He did miss the days when he was out on the rooftops with Tim.

“I know it wouldn’t be the same,” Tim said, as if consoling himself.

“Handle,” Bruce prompted, stopping at the door.

Tim flopped his hand over and swung it wildly around, reaching without looking. When his fingers landed on the knob, he turned and his grip slipped off.

“It’s locked,” he complained. “I don’t know where I left the key.”

“I can kick it open,” Bruce said, considering. “But Alfred might be upset. I could pick the lock. Or we can go down the hall and you can steal my bed for the night.”

“Where would you sleep?” Tim demanded groggily, and Bruce took that as his cue and headed further down the hall.

“The couch in my office,” Bruce said. “Or a guest room.”

“Your bed has good pillows,” Tim mumbled when Bruce worked the knob with his knee and pushed the door open. He carried Tim across the room to the bed and stood there for a moment, then dropped him abruptly onto the comforter.

“Bruce,” Tim complained, laughing. He crawled under the covers until all but the top of his head had disappeared and from under the thick blankets, he sighed.

Bruce sat on the edge of the side table and reached over and ruffled Tim’s hair.

“You did stabilize me, you know,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Tim said in a drifting tone.

“You can’t keep doing this, Tim,” Bruce said when Tim rolled over and pressed his hand against Bruce’s outstretched hand. “Come by my office. Or we can patrol. But you need sleep. And less caffeine.”

Tim nodded and yawned.

“Okay,” he said. “Sorry.”

“You’re a good kid, Tim,” Bruce added. He wished he said it more often.

“You too, bitch,” Tim said, and then he giggled. It sounded young and childish coming from him. “Sorry. Sorry. I mean, thanks. My heart is still going crazy.”

It was Bruce’s turn to yawn.

“You okay?” he asked. “I need to get out of this suit.”

“Mhm,” Tim said. “M’good. Night, Bruce.”

“Goodnight, Tim,” Bruce answered, standing. “Shout if you need something.”

The answer was a soft snore. Bruce closed the door behind him and stopped to pick the lock to Tim’s door on the way down the hall.

It was unlocked.

Bruce grinned.

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Father's Day fic!?

The sun was peeking through the soft white curtains of his bedroom, gentle breeze coming through the open windows and the soothing sounds of Frank Sinatra playing quietly from the speakers by his bed side.

Jughead couldn’t keep the lazy grin off his face as he rolled over on the deep blue comforter, arms reaching out and landing on cold sheets, his eyes shot open, searching for his wife, popping up he scanned the bedroom, pouting childishly.

“Bets?” He called out, voice still raspy from sleep. Just as he was about to swing his legs over the bed he heard the familiar scampering of tiny feet and a feminine giggle that he could point out even in the biggest crowd.

“Shh, daddy’s sleeping. We want to surprise him!”

Jughead grinned, throwing himself back on the bed, pulling the sheets over his head as he heard the click of the door knob.

It was quiet for a moment before he heard his wife

“Okay Austen, Go get him.”

In seconds flat, a very familiar lump was leaping On top of him, crawling underneath the comforter, and wrapping his tiny arms around Jugheads frame, face smooshing against his fathers.

“Happy daddy’s day daddy.” The two year old whispered against his cheek, his breath smelt like sugar and bananas. Jughead inhaled greedily and squeezed his boy tight against him.


“Thankyou bug.”


The toddler looked up at his dad, a gummy smile stretching across his face as his sticky hands smooshed his cheeks

“Drawing! I draw!” Suddenly Austen was scrambling out of the bed, his feet getting tangled in the sheets and nearly landing on the floor if it weren’t for Betty’s quick instincts reaching out and lifting her son back to his feet, handing him the colorfully scribbled on paper.

Austen held out his picture proudly, babbling incoherently while pointing out specific parts in the picture, written at the top of the paper in Betty’s distinct handwriting were the words
“Happy Father’s Day”

He glanced up at his wife, she was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over the small white bathrobe she had on, long blond hair hanging damply on her shoulders as she stared lovingly at the scene in front of her. She really was the most beautiful woman in the world and he thanked whoever was up there every day for helping him find her. Her green eyes caught his blue and she smiled, making her way over.

“It really is something special bud, Thankyou so much.” Jughead hugged Austen tightly.

“Thankyou daddy!” He replied

Betty ran a hand over her sons dark waves
“Do you wanna go let hot dog in from outside bug, I think he might want to say happy Father’s Day too.” The little boy nodded excitedly, waddling out the door.

As soon as the footsteps disappeared, Jughead tugged Betty back down onto the bed by her robe tie, caging her in as she tumbled onto the blue sheets with a squeal, his lips found hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few seconds she pulled away, gently toying with the curls on his neck

“Happy Father’s Day Juggie.” She whispered

“Thank you .” He nuzzled her nose. The chiming of a dog collar broke them out of their bubble, just as he was about to pull away, Betty gripped his neck pulling him back down and whispering in his ear

“You’ll get your present tonight.. after we drop Austen off at F.p’s” she pressed a kiss against his neck and stood from the bed, leaving him staring at her when suddenly a large white sheepdog was attacking his face with a whole different version of kisses.

dontgobrienmyheart  asked:

lol i love that a few reblogs is all it takes for Sterek to mobilize for a poll like this, it's so nostalgic

Seriously though today has given me such nostalgia for like… summer 2014 when everyone was so energized and confident and it’s such a great feeling to see us still pulling together and pulling ahead like this.

We’ve come up from 19 to 62% and I am just so proud of us.

And now to close out with the most classic of gifs:

Austin

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: some angst, lots of fluff

Prompt: Jared and Y/N move in together very early in their relationship. Y/N feels out of place and decides to leave abruptly, without telling Jared where she’s going. Ten months down the road, Jared has still hung onto her and still loves her and she realizes that she’s loved him all along. Based on the song “Austin” by Blake Shelton. 

A/N: This switches between Jared and the readers POV. Hopefully it’s not too confusing. There are lines when POV’s switch, it’s just never stated. 

When you moved out to Vancouver to follow Jared, the two of you had only been dating five months. It was a huge step in your relationship. Jared had gotten a job on a new TV show called Supernatural, and instead of leaving you behind in Austin, he asked you to come with him.

You hadn’t been able to find work in Vancouver, but you helped out around set as much as possible - mostly with cleanup or setup. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t what you wanted to do in life. You had dreams of your own that practically begged to be fulfilled.

Jared got up early in the morning everyday to get to work. You shared a small apartment, just big enough for the two of you and his two dogs. It wasn’t much but it worked. Occasionally, Jensen was there too, in the spare bedroom, but when they left every morning, you were always completely alone.

You had already bought a plane ticket back home. It was a hard decision but after a long phone call with your brother and one with your dad as well, you decided it was right. You packed everything you needed, keeping it hidden from Jared - not wanting him to worry. Although, maybe it was a dumb idea to just leave him a note instead of calling him or talking to him face to face. But you were too afraid, and the plane would be leaving in a few hours, and it felt like the right thing to do, at the time.

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A/N: i don’t care what anyone says jasper was the hottest character in the whole of the twilight series. team Edward? or team Jacob? fuck that i’ll take every single one of the Cullen’s besides Edward any day

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When Bella made a permanent resident at phoenix with mum I stayed with dad, and boy am I glad I did. Jasper Whitlock Hale has been the best thing that has happened to me in my dysfunctional life and although the wolves and the Cullen’s don’t get along, I can still be friends with the both of them, save for the comments made about each other. When Bella moved back to forks it got complicated and difficult when she started to like Edward and tried to figure out who or what he was.

‘(Y/n)!’ Bella yells storming into my room only to stumble upon me curled up against jasper’s body

‘What?’ I whine not wanting to get up as I was comfortable and this was the best sleep I have had in a while seeing as jasper and I only just got back together after we had a pretty bad fight.

‘Um. Can I talk to you privately please’ she says starting to sound urgent

‘Only if you promise not to tell dad that I have a boy in my room’ I say, well more like mumble still tired

‘Yeah sure’ she replies quickly, still reluctant I start to slowly move well that was until jasper spoke up

‘come on darlin’ you still have school this mornin’ anyway so you might as well get up now’ his accent prominent

‘I ain’t going anywhere when you talk to me like that’ I say seductively forgetting that my sister was still in the room

‘(Y/n)! Come on, now’

‘Fine’ I roll out of bed still reluctant and as soon as I get into Bella’s room she shoves a piece of paper into my face and when I give her a questioning look she just points to her ears and then points to the door, I sigh and read the paper and start to laugh,

You can’t trust jasper or his family, they are dangerous wait until after school and I’ll know for certain if they are safe or not

-Bella

‘Yeah that’s not going to happen’ I say chuckling as I left her room and went to get ready for school today.


just going to leave this here because i think he honestly looks so god damn sexy in this.

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Nct 127 + Ten's reactions to their s/o being scared while watching a horror movie

Request: Hello! I want to request to see if you could do Nct127(+Ten pls…) reacting to their s/o Getting scared(from a horror movie if you can…). Thank you😊

A/N: this is going to be very cute and fluffy so prepare yourselves-

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Taeil:

Gets scared too , not because of the movie but because of your screaming . Both of you laid comfortably on the bed , with you tugging on tightly onto his arm , afraid that there might be a jumpscare . As expected , it happened and as soon as the figure appeared on the screen , you screamed and literally pulled his arm .

Poor Taeil let out a small cry , his whole body jerking up as he didn’t expect you to scream that loudly .

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

Johnny:

Can’t help but laugh to himself , as you try to hide your face in his chest , as his hands covered your ears , making sure you couldn’t hear anything .

But he lowkey still tries to tease you , as he increases the volume of the movie , making you hide in his arms more - which was what he aimed for .

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Taeyong:

He’d immediately wrap his arms around you as soon as you screamed , and would pat your back , trying to calm you down . But inside he’s trying to hold back his laughter , as he keeps a straight face , while you’re beside him covering your face .

He’d suggest to stop watching the movie , asking to watch a romantic film instead . After 5 minutes of pouting and whining , you finally gave in because you could tell he wanted to watch it badly , and also you were too afraid to continue watching .

Originally posted by tybeoji

Yuta:

A mixture of being caring + teasing you . He’d also get more clingy & flirty , taking advantage of the moment .

He’d notice how you always flinch a little at a few parts of the movie , as you used the pillow in your arms to cover your eyes . Before you could even lift the pillow up again , he’d snatch it away , then cup your face with both his hands , his face now a few inches to yours .

“ are you scared babe ”

“ yes ”

“ it’s okay , just look into my eyes ”

And when you do , he catches you offguard and pecks you on the lips , while he cheekily says “ you know we could always do something else instead of watching this … ”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Doyoung:

Like Taeil , he’d also get shocked/scared by your screams and sudden pulling of his arm . As soon as you let out a small scream , he’d do the same , followed by him whining and complaining that you scared him too .

Nags a lot but still tries to comfort you , his fingers stroking your hair as his other hand pats your back .

“ do you have to scream that loudly ”

“ i can’t help it , i’m scared ”

“ then don’t watch it , why- ”

“ it was you who suggested this babe ”

“ okay i’m sorry i love you ”

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

Ten:

Screams together with you and both of you become almost inseparable , cuddling and hugging each other , hiding under the blankets whenever a scary scene happens .

And after the movie he acts all manly and fake , trying to seem like he was not afraid but in fact you were more brave than him during some parts .

“ The movie wasn’t even scary haha ”

“ ten , you got so scared you jumped up and accidentally hit my face with your arm ”

“ no i wasn’t scared , i was just reaching out to hug you ”

“ sure babe , sure ”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jaehyun:

Mixture of Johnny and Taeyong . He’d smile to himself at first , unable to contain his laughter as he found your reactions and small little cries adorable .

He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms , as he plays with your hair and tries to calm you down .

Would also pat your head after , telling you how cute you were and also pinching your cheeks - practically fanboying over you .

“ we should watch more horror movies , like that i can see more adorable sides of you ”

Originally posted by haechanz

WinWin:

His hands would be intertwined with yours from the moment the movie started , as he constantly glances at you to see your reaction .

As soon as you started jumping a little out of your seat , he’d assure you with a smile , and tighten his hold around your hand . Like Taeyong , he’d suggest to change movies too , and would request something much happier and positive , something able to calm you down

Originally posted by taeblush

Mark:

Probably didn’t know it was going to be a horror movie until a jumpscare appeared . He just agreed to watching a movie with you , and didn’t bother to ask about what it was.

Which explained why he shouted at first as soon a ghost appeared on the screen , then also making inaudible noises as he tries to calm himself down .

You’d bury your face in his chest , your arms wrapped around his waist . He’d be frozen and shocked at first , then slowly pats your back and comfort you with sweet words .

“ it’s okay , im here ”

“ it’s going to be over soon ”

Originally posted by taei

Haechan:

Makes it more worst tbh with lots of teasing ,, while he’s comforting you he’d suddenly stop and give a shock expression , then pointing behind you , “ w-who’s that ”

Making you scream and hide in his arms even more , as he laughs like crazy till the point where he drops on the floor . And you’d hit him , scolding him for making you even more scared .

But he lowkey still holds you in his arms , making sure that you didn’t get too scared

“ you look so ugly when you scream omg , i should’ve taken a picture ”

“ shut up hyuck , you’re no where better ”

“ hey at least i didn’t scream ”

because he watched the movie on his owm beforehand to prepare himself , so you wouldn’t have to see him scream and get scared

Originally posted by haechanz

Worth The Risk {Part 01}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

A/N: Starts off with a little Steve x Reader friendship but things will pick up and we’ll see Bucky next chapter!

Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

Word Count: 950
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You slipped in to your pajama pants and an old cardigan as you stumbled out of bed. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had woken you up just past 3am and, still asleep, you hadn’t been able to grasp what she’d first been trying to telling you.

“It’s the Captain’s room tonight.” F.R.I.D.A.Y repeated. “He seems to be in distress.”

You yawned and thanked her, bare feet padding down the hallway towards the elevator.

As you waited to move up, F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued to speak.

“May I suggest you take the day off, Y/N?”

“I’m fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Your immune system and cognitive functions have both been impaired due to lack of sleep. It would be unwise for you to continue working in this state; Should your condition worsen I would be required to inform Mr. Stark.”

“I’ll be done going through the files by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be fine until then. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”


You arrived at your best friend’s room to find Steve curled up in his bed, sheets thrown about him and a sheen of sweat covering his body as he grimaced in pain.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. would alert you whenever his nightmares became too intense. You were one of the only people who knew about them. Steve preferred it that way.

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Drunken Flower

@rugrat-mama You’re headcannon, I couldn’t resist. Hope you like it. :D @dr-woodsprite I thought you might want to read this too.

It is a well-known fact, Elain Archeron, could not handle her liquor. She had no idea that Mor had been spiking her Shirley Temple for her own amusement, every night that they went to Rita’s. When Elain was immensely inebriated, she had no awareness of personal space, going right up to people and babbling on about her garden, chattering animatedly about her flowers. Most men endured through it for a while because she was beautiful and they wanted to bed her, but they soon became bored to tears when she wouldn’t stop. 

That wasn’t even the worst of it. No. When Mor supplied her with one too many drinks, she decided she really wanted to let loose and would shimmy her way onto the clubs floor. The middle Archeron sister could not dance. Period. She made sudden jerking moves and weird hip thrusts while flailing her arms about that had Mor howling with laughter and Feyre covering her mouth to hide hers.

The best part of the night though was when Cassian and Azriel finally showed up and Elain let out a loud gasp before stumbling towards them. 

“CAZRIEL!” She screamed, ecstatically, throwing her arms around both Illyrian’s. The name had both of them scrunching their brow in confusion. 

“Elain, I think you have mistaken us for someone else.” But she just shook her head adamantly and stopped her foot, grabbing one of Azriel’s hand and Cassian’s other hand, joining them together.

“That is your love name. Cazriel. Cassian and Azriel.” She said, dreamily. Azriel’s stoic face shifted into surprise and wariness before Cassian let out a huff. 

“Why do I only get one letter in this love name while Azriel’s name remains?” Cassian whined, not even phased by the assumption.

Azriel withdrew his hands from Cassian before shooting him an unimpressed look. 

“That is beside the point, brother. The more pressing question is why we have a love name to begin with?”

This obviously didn’t please either Cassian or Elain as they both gasped in outrage. Cassian’s face showing mock hurt as he clutched his chest dramatically. 

“What do you mean?” His loud voice gathering the attention of patrons nearby. Azriel’s shadows started wreathing around him from the sudden interest. Cassian lowered his voice, drawing in more onlookers.

“I thought we agreed, you were my shadow baby.” He practically purred in a pained tone. Elain was practically squealing with delight as she made an odd hiccuping sound. 

“Cassian,” Azriel said exasperatedly, conveying for him to stop this at once, but that only seemed to inspire him more. He let out an anguished sound that had people hanging onto their every move. 

“It’s Rhy’s isn’t it? I always knew you had a kink for High Lords.You unfaithful bastard.” He spat. The crowd ‘oohed’ Azriel tried to blend himself into the shadows so he could disappear. 

“Now, now Cassian, let’s not kink shame.” Elain tutted. He thought he was in the clear before she turned his finger on him. 

“And you, don’t think you can just hide from the pain you’ve caused.” Cassian stuck his tongue at Azriel when Elain wasn’t looking. He sighed, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, not with Elain, Cassian and the dozen pair of eyes duping him. He gritted his teeth and shot Cassian a hard stare before the word ‘sorry’ uttered past his lips. 

Both his friends seemed to perk up at this as Cassian looped his arm around Azriel. 

“It’s okay Shadow baby.” His voice, taunting. “You can still be on the bottom tonight when we have hot makeup-.” Azriel threw him a glare, daring him to finish that sentence. 

With You By My Side - Ten (finale)

A/N: FINAL part you guys.. Thank you so much for sticking with me trough this series.  You are all amazing! And I’m sorry….. Shout out to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: ALL THE FUCKING ANGST. Character death. Entire part is Jensen’s POV

Worcount: 1660

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by the-tres-geckos

JENSEN’S POV.

It had been a week since we came home from the hospital. The first couple of days she had been fine, moving around in the house, watching movies with me on the couch, but on day four we had to move everything down to the guest room since she was no longer able to climb the stairs. Yesterday she didn’t manage to get out of bed at all, and the doctors are now talking hours, maybe a day.

As I sit by the breakfast table, alone, I call my mom to let her know what’s going on. We don’t talk for long because dad are already packing their bags. He had loaded them in the car before we hang up. My parents love (YN), they always have. I still remember the lecture my mom gave me after I brought (YN) to Dallas for the first time.

“She’s special to you, Jensen. I can tell by the way you look at her and how she looks at you. You should just tell her how you feel now so that you can start your lives together, I guarantee you’re going to regret it if you don’t.”

The all too familiar lump forms in my throat as I replay her words in my head. I know that my mind should be here, in the present, that I should savor every moment we have left, but it’s hard not to dwell on all the things we’ve missed out on in the past, and the things we will miss out on in the future. I shoot a quick text to Jared, telling him that she’s nearing the end of her life, letting him know that if they want to say goodbye they should probably come over soon.

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Nudes Part 3

It was 12:06 when Anne got the call, she was in the kitchen making lunch for herself, Robin, and Y/N. It had been three weeks since Harry left, he had gone for his week at The Late Late Show, he had gone to do some secret shows, and then some promotion. Y/N was job hunting, but it was hard, no one wanted her, they all scoffed and laughed at her, but she just kept telling everyone it was fine, that she was fine. 

But neither of them knew how bad it really was. Not until today, when Harry received the call at 12:11, he was heart broken. He was in the middle of a show, seeing it was 8:11 pm in his time, Lou answered his phone, and grabbed his attention. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry returned to the stage, his voice low, tears in his eyes, face pale, “I can’t finish the show tonight, I promise I’ll be back, but right now my family needs me.”

It was 11:46 am when Y/N had enough. When all the hates, all the grabbing, all the staring, and all the rejection got to her. She was wasting everyone’s time, everyone’s space. So she did what she believed was best, which was far from the correct solution. She had swallowed too many pills, and sat in her car, waiting for what she believed was freedom. 

“Please tell me you’re with her,” Harry says into the phone, his head in his hands, tears on his cheeks. Mitch sits besides him on the plane, rubbing his back. 

“I’m at the hospital,” Anne says, sitting in a chair in the waiting room, “they’re pumping her stomach right now, I won’t leave her side until you come, she won’t be alone, I promise.”

“Thank you,” Harry whispered, tugging at the end of his hair slightly.


“She’s still sleeping,” Anne says as Harry rushes into the hospital, “she woke up for about an hour, the doctor asked her some questions but she wouldn’t talk, so now she’s sleeping again.”

“Can I see her?” Harry asked, looking at the closed door in front of him. 

“Harry, she’s going to be moved to a mental hospital. the doctors have the right to over rule her choice, and I think it might be best, she’s hurting and she won’t talk to us,” Anne whispered. 

“I need to see her,” Harry responds, opening the door. 

His heart shatters as soon as he steps in the room. Y/N lays in bed, her usual floral dresses are gone she simply wears a blue gown and a white blanket. Her arms are laid out in front of her where IV’s and tubes are inserted, there are wires, too many wires and he doesn’t like it. 

“Baby,” he whispered, the tears returning to his eyes. He drags a chair next to her, holding on to her hand, her delicate, soft, small, hand. He rest his head against it, kissing her hand, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea how I let this happen, I’m so sorry.”

He looks up, running his other hand through her hair, “I’m so sorry my love, this is all my fault.”

“I’m so sorry.”

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“Alright, I love you.” :)

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Those three little words have been left on the tip of your tongue for quite a while now. You want to say them, to see his eyes light up as you finally reveal that you love him, but you always feels held back, the three words get choked up in your throat and you can’t manage to get them out, no matter how much you want to express them. 

Maybe it is because you have been hurt before, and the fact that those three little words can mean so much, one moment they are floating around perfectly, the next they mean nothing. Maybe it is because ’I love you' is overly used sometimes, and expressed far too quickly within a relationship. The three little words are not words you like to throw around without them holding meaning. They are sentimental words that are not to be taken lightly, they are not just pick up lines to effortlessly roll off the tip of your tongue. 

He knows that you have been hurt before, he knows that there is a decent reason for being reserved and anxious when it comes to telling him that you love him, too. He knows that you love him, even if you don’t announce it from the rooftops or express the words while in the comfort of his living room when you both agree on staying in and watching a movie before you go back to your apartment. 

You were wrapped up in the comfort of your comforter, trying to take your mind off the aches and pains the terrible bug had begun to put you through. You weren’t much of a complainer when it came down to you contracting some sort of cold or bug, you have always been the stubborn one to deal with it on your own, as a kid you would refuse to tell your Mum when you were sick because you did not want her to coddle you like she did your siblings. You found it to be consuming and overbearing. As you grew older, that did not change. 

So when Harry showed up at your doorstep, with flowers and a bottle of wine, you were rather surprised. His smiles gently dimmed as he noticed your pyjamas, dark eyes, and pale tone. 

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Life in Color (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Modern AU. An artist in every sense of the word, Bucky sees color in everything, vibrant as they fill his world with magic. What happens when the colors fade?

Word Count: 1154

Originally posted by bovaria

Wanda had warned you that James probably wouldn’t be awake at a normal hour, but knowing Tony Stark, he’ll be calling to ask about the painting by noon. Not wanting to tell your boss that you hadn’t even tried yet when his inevitable phone call happens, you decide to take your chances showing up at 10:30. You pass an attractive man with blonde hair and blue eyes in the hall. He gives you a small smile and you can’t help but wish that you were here to see him - whoever he is - instead of James.

When you reach his apartment, you knock on the door only to be met with no response. You knock once more, harder this time, causing the door to fall open a little. It feels a little intrusive, but the door was unlocked and opened on its own. There’s nothing stopping you from pushing it open just enough to step inside, so you do. Besides, with the way his lifestyle is often reported, you wouldn’t be surprised if you discovered him overdosed in the bathroom or murdered by a vengeful lover in the bedroom. You’re doing a civil service by walking into the apartment.

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Birthday Boy.

NO REQUEST.

Just a very, very small something based on New Daddy Harry and his little family on his birthday for his big birthday today. 

Enjoy. xx

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There's a lipstick stain on your shirt. Jealous and fierce Betty all the way

I’m all for that Betty, nonnie! Hope you like this! <3

47.   “There’s a lipstick stain on your shirt.”

“Oh, the remorseful husband returns.” Betty murmured with venom, violently changing the channel on the flat screen across her that she was far from watching. She could hear the door of their apartment click closed and then the casual muffling sound of coat and shoes being taken off before his lazy footsteps brought him to the dimly lit living room she was being suffocated in and internally screaming for an hour now.

“Hey, babe.” His easy-going smile found his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife, lounging in a loose t-shirt of his and a pair of tight yoga pants, the baby monitor on the side table on her right emitting the sounds of their son peacefully dreaming. “You’re still up? I thought you’d have gone to bed by now.” He popped open the top buttons of his dark blue shirt and plopped next to her, going in for a kiss only for him to come across thin air, as she turned her face away.

“Alright, is this about me not taking out the trash this morning?” Jughead sighed, already aware of their ongoing argument about how easily forgetful he was of that particular household chore. “I know you keep telling me every time and every time I forget but please is this such a big reason for us to go to bed angry at each other?” he tried to negotiate seeing as she kept staring at the muted TV with no desire in talking to him anytime soon.

“Betts, come on.” He urged her to communicate with him, like they always did with each other, dropping a light kiss on the shoulder the loose hem of his t-shirt left bare, only for her to squirm away from his touch and him to frown. “Is that not it? Am I forgetting something else?” he tried to work his mind around any other possible thing he might have done wrong but he found himself at a dead-end, clueless seeking her feminine assistance.

“What you keep forgetting is that I’m your wife.” She finally spoke slowly and in barely a whisper, her anger and stubborn tears threatening to come to surface.

“What?” Jughead spat in total confusion, bouncing his head back to take a better look at her profile.

“Where have you been all day today, Jughead?” she turned to face him for the first time, eyes stone cold upon his oblivious and worried ones.

He cleared his throat. “I had a meeting with Beck that got dragged a little out of our usual time schedule; I texted you earlier to let you know.”  He informed her casually his plans with his manager that she was already aware of, a little more casually and aloof than necessary, and Betty scoffed with a shake of her head.

“You do know that you can’t lie to me, don’t you?” she curled her arms defensively over her chest, eyes turning dark green with fury.

“I clearly don’t have a clue what you’re implying right now.” He maneuvered himself out of the situation cleverly, dropping back on the couch to focus on the TV like she was doing minutes before.

“So then I’ll stop implying and straight up ask you.” She decided to cut in to the chase, her heart drumming violently against her ribcage. “Who is she, Jughead?” she threw in the million dollar question.

“Who is who?” he blurted in a heartbeat, eyebrows knitting in complete confusion right now.

“The whore that left this on your shirt.” Her voice raised an octave angrily, snatching one of his plaid shirts from the cushions behind her and showing him the hint of burgundy lipstick on the lapel before throwing it to his face with venom. “Care to explain to me why there’s a lipstick stain on your shirt?”

“Betty” he hesitated, examining the faint shade of color on one of his shirts with bewildered eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” she babbled in mockery, jumping up to her feet. “Let me enlighten you then. This whole week you come and go like you’re a visitor in this house!” she accused towering over his slouching posture on the couch. “You’re gone all day, you come home late, you shower… And then this!” she grabbed the shirt from his lap, waving it around like a red flag between them. “Do you think I’m blind? Or this stupid, not to understand that something is going on with you?” her voice gained a high-pitched tone of frustration, eyes narrowing challenging for an answer.

“You’re overreacting.” Was all that Jughead said, standing up from the couch to walk away.

“Oh, don’t you dare!” she scoffed while following quickly behind him, his large strides equivalent of multiple of her running steps. “Tell me who she is!” Betty demanded in a hushed yell. “Is she that slutty editor, Janet Marrow, or-or that fake blonde secretary, what’s her name, oh, Macy? Macy!” she laughed with no humor at all at the mention of the young assistant, Betty fuming and still following her calm husband down the hall and to their bedroom. “She is always rubbing up against you, don’t even try to deny it! Tell me her name, Jughead, or help me God!” some stubborn tears fell silently down her cheeks as she grabbed him by the material of his shirt over his shoulder, twisting it in her fist and succeeding in making him stop pacing and turn around to face her.

“There isn’t a name, there is no one, I can promise you this.” Jughead stated with all honesty, blue eyes pleading for her to believe him.

“Like you promised that I’m the only woman you’ll ever love?” she spat to his face. “What changed, huh? Is it because I became the mother of your child now? What, I lost my value as a woman?” she was whisper-shouting now, not to disturb the peaceful baby in the next room, but feeling her anger boiling at the apathetic attitude of her husband. “Because I’m still beating my ass every day to lose that damn pregnancy weight or because I lounge in this apartment all day in milk stained sweatpants and messy hair? Tell me a reason why you are not here anymore!” she whined heartbreakingly and Jughead dropped his head to the ground, nodding vigorously a couple of times, before doing an one-eighty and going to the very end of their walk in closet, bringing back a small box. He opened it up and handled her an opened small notepad that held the date of her birthday on top and then a list of plans under it.

“For this.” He sighed defeated, rubbing the back of his head before focusing back on her. “Polly and I are planning a surprise birthday party for you. We booked your favorite restaurant and all those days we were planning how to fly everyone to Boston without you knowing; her with Ethan and the twins, your mom, my dad, Veronica, Archie, Kevin and everyone else from Riverdale because you miss them all terribly and now with little bug we wouldn’t be able to fly there.” Her heart broke at the revelation, lips opening in surprise at the change of events, as she read his words on paper along with reservation dates and menu instructions. “And then I had to organize these.” he gave her a travel leaflet, again with a paper filled with plans and flight times and dates stashed inside it. “A week-long trip in Bali because you love warm, sunny places and we both, and especially you, deserve all the rest in the world after all those months with the baby.” New tears were now streaming down her face, Betty feeling awful at how unfair she had been towards him, when all he did was continuing to be an amazing partner for her.

“As for the stain, I assume that’s left by Jellybean when I went to pick her up from the airport two days ago, right after I stopped by the jewelry shop to confirm that my order was ready to be picked up in a week.” His eyes softened against her own now soft features, taking every plan-containing paper from her hands and dropping them to their master bed, before refocusing on her. “She came to help with the preparations and then to stay with little bug when we leave for our trip and you know how she sports those freaky dark lipsticks all the time, so I believe the smudged stain came from when she hugged me in full force upon running off the arrivals like a mad woman.” He laughed slightly at that, before turning serious again. “I can call Polly or Jellybean to confirm all of these right now, or if you think they would be lying on my behalf, you can call the restaurant yourself or I can drop by the travel agency tomorrow and see if I can get our tickets earlier, I don’t know…”He tried to list all the possible solutions for her to believe him with a sigh. “I just want you to know that—” Betty cut him off, fingers going to his chapped lips.

“You love me.” She whispered through her silent tears, green eyes turning up to look at him in remorse.

“Of course I do, you dork.” He smirked adorably down at her, enveloping her inside his arms.

“Even when I become a psychotic bitch still from all the bumped up hormones?” she pouted in all cuteness, hiccupping a little around the words.

“Then, even more so.” He told her truthfully bopping his nose against hers. “Even though we both know that’s not the hormones talking; you’re being a spitfire like always.” He reminded her with clever raised eyebrows, making her fake a groan in defeat.

“I was just scared that you were going to leave me.” She admitted in a small girly voice, letting her concerns flow out of her now burden-free chest.

“How can I possibly leave the source of my breathing?” Jughead stated beautifully in a heartbeat. “Seriously, Betts, after all those years, do you really think that I would ever cheat on you?” he pulled back a little to look at her, eyes turning a tad sad at the thought of her not trusting him or his genuine and intense feelings completely.

Betty shook her head to ease his mind. “I just… I mean I still look like a whale on steroids, I wouldn’t blame you for losing your interest.” She shrugged with a perpetual pout on her wet lips, buttoning and unbuttoning a button of his shirt, not daring to look him in the eye.

“What are you talking about? You look more breathtaking than ever, babe.” He rushed to validate her worth as a human being and as an amazing woman. “And I believe you know what you’re doing to me every time my eyes linger a little longer on that sinfully sexy body of yours.” His voice dropped an octave and became huskier, effectively sending shivers down her spine as he whispered next to her ear and dropped a simple kiss against her pulse point, though enough to make her heart hummer inside her chest. 

“However, you being jealous of me, is still quite entertaining to watch.” he teased her with a cocky smirk and earned a smack against his chest and a “watch it, mister” look under her eyelashes, both of them landing in a fit of giggles.

“I really don’t deserve you. And all those things you organized, Juggie, you shouldn’t have.” She ran her hands up his arms and rested them behind his neck, lifting herself on her tiptoes to rest her forehead against his in affection.

“Oh, of course I did.” He whispered, pecking her lips once. “Anything for the woman of my life.” He stated with so much love and devotion in his eyes that Betty swore he fell in love with him all over again in that moment. “Just please, try to act surprised on the actual day, okay? Polly and I had a bet on whether or not I’ll crack and spill everything to you and I really don’t wanna face the life-long mockery of your sister.” He admitted in all seriousness and Betty laughed, head thrown back in joy, before promising him that and many more inside the heated kisses that followed.

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